User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008/@comment-2246928-20150215200634

The shrew's heart nearly stopped for a moment as he realized how high he was, finding it nearly impossible to not stare at the ground far, far below and not imagine himself skyrocketing through the air to end with a smush on the ground.

His eyes only just decided to move up to notice the rat when it began speaking, it's anomalous dialect grating into his ears. He bared his teeth at it, shooting the excited captor a fierce snarl as his blood rushed and his temper soared, as it often did when the shrewcook felt worried. "Hoi! Let us go or on me rapier's blade I'll tear your darned throat out the moment I gerrout meself!"

No, Tarun did not appreciate such antics so early in the day. And the smell of burning flesh probably didn't help.